The Last Sapien | task spacing

Task Spacing |

In one of the former companies I worked for there was a term known by the company's veterans as "the island" where executives were sent to be paid without a formal responsibility.

In today's situation I feel as I am on an island - in between jobs, too many unemployed and very few positions that really hire, despite the "I'm hiring" little note on Linked-In profile that seems more like a hotel vacancy sign that someone forgot to unplug.

The word Island always throws me to the Robinson Crusoe story, this is one of the Last Sapien's privileges to have read, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robinson_Crusoe and brings up exotic Caribbean views with a heavy smell of survival. It was a 28 years journey for the hero - where I sure hope for an early dismissal from mine, though part of the survival kit for keeping balance on my Island is task spacing. Some would call it procrastination, where I disagree, as task that are must do happen on time. The ones spaced are the personal ones that would affect only me, and by spacing them makes the week seem to move faster between tasks and the slow pace of the happening is replaced by a new clocks that ticks tasks vs. seconds. One can ask dude what are you smoking - though since survival is individual I do not expect everyone to relate to my tactics - in other words follow your own pace.

Realizing that overdoing would create a faster burnout - maintaining that charcoal to reignite the fire calls for more subtle moves - therefore the task spacing. In other times as known as being employed it would be a pile up of things to do that you need to find ways to balance - spacing is not an option, the contrary is true. You end up chewing every free minute to do more.

The changes are immediate there is no gradual ramp up or slow down like the acceleration lane going on the highway it is 100 to zero and zero to 100, the G-forces that life expose you to.

My new tracking devices that monitor my running are analyzing my heart rate, oxygen capacity, angels of my stride and too many aspect I care to understand also recommends me to mind my step, who figured that there are stats about this too split to age and wight . . . I am glad that on one aspect I go on the negative trend.

So my stat advisor tells me that I should go small steps rapid moves to make it easier. I can testify that at 43 degrees (F) on the ninth mile with 30 MPH head winds nothing is easy. It also contradicts my spacing habits, so I take that everything you do has it's own rhythm.

Go figure the dance of life.